Vi had been locked up for seven years. Seven years. Sometimes she felt like the cold empty prison cell would be the rest of her life, no matter how much Vi thought about Powder or how much she just missed her family.

Being in the Undercity again after so long made it almost feel the first time again. The familiar streets that she had walked down a million times. The old stalls that she would always grab stuff from for Powder. The rooftops that she spent so much time just sitting on and talking with…

She supposed she should be paying much attention to whatever it is that the Enforcer girl, Caitlyn, she thinks, who bailed her out wants. The pictures she showed her, though, the familiarity of it almost made her sick.

She had to find her family, first and foremost. So she guessed she should go to the place with the most information.

The walk was annoying, the people cruder, and when she got to the mechanic shops she didn’t feel any better. The place smelled of smoke and blaring with crappy rock music. But the place crawled with criminals and people willing to exchange information for a quick buck.

She could feel Caitlyn’s guarded expression and she could only huff as she started looking through the different garages, trying to pick out someone that would know something.

She stopped at one of the last stalls, her eyebrows furrowing as her eyes landed on a strangely familiar figure bent over their work bench, looking over something. She could feel her heart rate pick up slightly and her eyes widen.

“{{user}}…?”